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The gunfight went on and on till they were out of bullets. "Fuck!" **************** MORELLI MANSION..... LIVING ROOM.... "What do you think about red?" Candela asked. She and Dolores are both seated in the room but far from each other. Candela has a huge magazine in her lap and Dolores is busy with her phone. Dolores is dressed in a simple dress while Candela is dressed like she is about to go out. She always maintains her place as the queen of the house, looking splendid always. "Red is nice," Dolores said.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

I blurt out without shame. But Henry Cavill is indeed hot. "Better not let Don hear you say that." I smile at Landon. "Don already knows. If Henry Cavill is sex on the beach, Don Wolfe is a god." "Okay, nope, I don't want to hear any more of you and Don's sex life." I chuckle and sit back beside Solomon, who is swiping his tablet. "You seem calm when you almost try to kill Landon," I tell him. "If I get my mind off killing that bastard, then yeah, I'm calm." He's calm but still

“She created Scentbane, got your brother poisoned, and constructed this entire setup. Could she be the mastermind Black Hawk called Doña Dolores?” “It’s possible. Very possible.” Caitlin’s brows knit as she thought it through. “I still don’t know how she was connected to my mother and grandmother, but clearly they knew each other. She must know the codex inside and out. Everything she’s done may be to use it to accomplish a larger aim. “And if she really is Doña Dolores—she had Black Hawk take my mother, yet didn’t harm her. Maybe she intended to use my mother, not destroy her. She even helped treat my mother’s illness. That suggests there was some lingering affection there.”

She didn't need to worry about life and death, didn't need to worry about being captured, she could form a normal family, and live the stable life that many Asti people dream of. Lola thought for a moment, then slowly told him, "Mr. Herman, I met Mrs. Dolores only once." "It was the day before Mrs. Dolores was arrested. She met me alone, touched my hand, and gave me a book of Emily's poems." "But I really like her, and I like the book of poems she gave me. There's a poem in it that I particularly like, and I still remember two lines very clearly." After a pause, Lola said, "I could have borne the darkness—if I had never seen the sun."

Everything felt so real. "The nurses conversation, was that also dream?"

Maybe I’ll be the one to die. “We just came in, Perseus,” Dolores begins, her voice dripping with venom as she watches him stop in his tracks. Eager to exploit the pause, she poisons his mind further, the words falling from her lips like daggers. “She brought these men here—brought them in night after night, parting her legs for them like a bloody whore.”

Author Pov. Hearing Jack's words Damon's eyes turned invisible gun shooting every type of bullets towards the smirking man in front of him... Damon gritted his teeth... Damon has a really short temper. He can become angry real fast... And that is somehow considered his weakness... And Jack knows how to use this weakness against him... Damon: What the fuck did you just say. Jack smirked before stepping closer to Damon. Jack: My baby girl Liliana. You may not know but she was great in bed. I had so much fun with h--

Speeding up, the forest blurred past a dark, shadowy landscape. Then I noticed the door to the car she was in open, and soon a body rolled out of the vehicle, and the last two cars and my car drove over the body. What was going on? Were they going to throw her out? What was going on inside the vehicle? Did she try to fight them? My heart pounded louder, drowning out the roar of the engine. Then I saw her. Mi Cariño, leaping out of the moving car. My heart seemed to stop as I watched her tumble onto the forest floor. She rolled a few times before coming to a stop, her body limp and unmoving. For a split second, time froze, and a cold terror gripped me.